In Her Light
In Her Light
I remember you there;
my first memory of dusk,
you were watching grandpa
race me to the pond,
my steady-lacked legs
like sapling roots, you
were laughing with the old man
when they bent & buckled
my tiny body towards the mud
& when I cried, you nodded
when the old man said:
son, stop the waterworks;
you've got to learn to move.
I remember you there
when I stripped down
bare on the pier in dim light
then I jumped down into the lake
near your reflection in the water.
It must’ve been surreal to see
that same sapling-legged boy
now grown & exposed.
Were you shocked to see
his thick & sturdy legs?
I know you saw them quiver,
scared to show my body, skinny
dipping for the first time
in the company of girls.
I remember you there
before I could remember too—
my mom had once pulled out a shoebox
filled with her childhood hopes & dreams.
She had found a portrait of yours
she had stuffed in the back, one she
had painted as a sophomore, she said
you were gorgeous that night, you shone
your light on her belly filled with me;
she smiles when she says you were the brightest
she can remember you’d have ever been,
bright enough to paint your figure in the dusk,
bright enough to wake me up
to keep her company—
each kick like another
stroke of her brush.
Posted Dec 21, 2021, 7:45 PM UTC · edited
Wow!!!!! So many beautiful imageries packed into one poem!!!
I like how you describe your relationship to the moon through specific memories of growing up, and I especially love the last few lines
"bright enough to wake me up to keep her company— each kick like another stroke of her brush."
Just perfect!!!!